Hello

I know all the things I should do, I’m aware of what I can do. I’m too tired, and I can not get myself to care. I don’t want to care and the current stagnated goals of mine have no pursuit of happiness. I am not my own person , I don’t exist in reality. I live in my own world where life is devoid and I’m sheltered by a black sun. The earth does not spin , time does not flow, there is only a sense of hollow fears and mufflled rage. I breathe empty air and sleep in a crusade against my own self. I am not broken, I can not be repaired. I am not living , I am not dead. I’ve sank passed the bottom of the ocean and I’ve reached an empty sky. I’ve drowned.